mspbandj:

hankgreensmoustache:

champagne-paradise:

kaworushin:

wouldnt it be fucking scary if you had a clock that counted down until the moment you die. like what if it could be altered too like one day it says 70 years left but then you do something and it says 10 minutes left and youre like what the fuck i fucked up i fucked up i fucked up

omg

what if you got on a plane and then as soon as it took off everybodys clock changed to 20 minutes

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stop-chicken-nugget-abuse:

nevvzealand:

happy birthday someone

I like reblog going this becaUSE WHAT IF YOU SAW THIS ON YOUR BIRTHDAY HOW COOL WOULD THAT BE

(via g-litorus)

"We assume others show love the same way we do — and if they don’t, we worry it’s not there."

-

Unknown (via horriblebrandi)

THIS IS VERY VERY VERY REAL AND VERY RELEVANT.

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thewrongkhristol:

what i want in a marriage

(Source: The Huffington Post, via animeloving-hiphopactivist)

chelseawelseyknight:

Mean Girls cast: Then and Now

OH MY GOD, CRYING IS HAPPENING

(Source: amusementforme, via coolvibesdude)







Fill your heart with secrets but the only way to read them is if you break your heart. 

i will forever reblog this

i need me one of these.

OMG I WANT ONE

i think every couple should get one and fill it with the little things they love about each other. and then if they’re fighting throw it at a wall and read all the little things that come out and hopefully that will remind them to love again. 

asdfghjkl reblogging for that ^

tallulahblues:

I literally crave affection. It’s not about sex. I crave somebody to cuddle with me, and to lay their head on my lap. I crave kisses, holding hands and running my thumb across theirs. Just looking at someone and thinking “how did I get this lucky”.

(via asian)

playboydreamz:

Me: God, can I ask You a question?God: SureMe: Promise You won’t get madGod: I promiseMe: Why did You let so much stuff happen to me today?God: What do u mean?Me: Well, I woke up lateGod: YesMe: My car took forever to startGod: OkayMe: at lunch they made my sandwich wrong & I had to waitGod: HuummmMe: On the way home, my phone went DEAD, just as I picked up a callGod: All rightMe: And on top of it all off, when I got home ~I just want to soak my feet in my new foot massager & relax. BUT it wouldn’t work!!! Nothing went right today! Why did You do that?God: Let me see, the death angel was at your bed this morning & I had to send oneof My Angels to battle him for your life. I let you sleep through thatMe (humbled): OHGOD: I didn’t let your car start because there was a drunk driver on your route that would have hit you if you were on the road.Me: (ashamed)God: The first person who made your sandwich today was sick & I didn’t want you to catch what they have, I knew you couldn’t afford to miss work.Me (embarrassed):OkayGod: Your phone went dead bcuz the person that was calling was going to give false witness about what you said on that call, I didn’t even let you talk to them so you would be covered.Me (softly): I see GodGod: Oh and that foot massager, it had a shortage that was going to throw out all of the power in your house tonight. I didn’t think you wanted to be in the dark.Me: I’m Sorry GodGod: Don’t be sorry, just learn to Trust Me…. in All things , the Good & the bad.Me: I will trust You.God: And don’t doubt that My plan for your day is Always Better than your plan.Me: I won’t God. And let me just tell you God, Thank You for Everything today.God: You’re welcome child. It was just another day being your God and I Love looking after My Children…REBLOG if you Believe/Trust in GOD ♥

"I stopped believing in love when I was 11 years old. At the same time that I first saw my fathers hand go across my mothers face reality did the same to me and I realized none of it was real. I once read a story about a man who loved a blind woman so dearly that he gave one of his own eyes so that she could see. Once the woman could see, she left this man because he was ugly. I keep telling myself that maybe one day I will believe in love yet again. It is because of this that I have ripped myself open to so many people and now there is nothing left. I am completely empty. I have given too much to boys who only touched my body because their body was intoxicated with the thought of fucking my brains out. No one will ever fill me. Here I stand, with gashes leaving every part of me completely open. No matter how many human beings come by and pour themselves into me it will pour right back out. So ask me again why don’t I believe in love. I don’t believe in love because love is not calling you at 3am begging for you to fuck me just because I need to feel something. Love is not my fathers hand across my mothers face. Love is not giving your eye to a charming blind woman and being left because you are undesirable. Love does not exist, people only let themselves believe that because they are entirely lonesome and need to feel the fire of another’s fingertips burning against their skin. Love is none of these things, because love does not exist."

- I realize that I am bitter, and I plan on keeping it that way (via afwul)

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seansoo:

seansoo:

seansoo:

having thick ass hair is such a pain i just want smooth thin silky beautiful hair that waves in the wind while the sun shines elegantly in the background

disclaimer: i do not have hair on my ass. i was referring to hair on my head, thanks

enough

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diggly:

mamacastiel:

why does this have 32k notes? it’s just a picture of a knife in a ranch bottle, is there some unspoken joke that 32 thousand people share? what is going on here, i dont get it. it’s just a fucking picture of a knife in a ranch bottle. is there some spiritual connection people have to this picture? is there some ominous and mystical reasoning that this has 32 thousand notes? do people reblog this because it makes them look like some indie blogger? or is there just something funny to this? someone please explain

no one tell him

adrians:

German guy confused by the meaning of “Party Pooper”.

(Source: itsfunnytome, via peaceofhorror)

actuallygrimes:

this is the best thing ive ever seen

(Source: catsbeaversandducks, via anythingtoremember)

parzival221:

shak1ra:

redevoted:

bowserfucker:

oknope:

imagine reading a book of all the lies you’ve told 

IDK what kind of lives you all are leading, but this sounds like the boringest shit. “Yes I sent that email.” “Yeah, I like your outfit.” “I was sick.” “My mom said no” “No I wasn’t crying.” “Yes I read the Terms of Service”

what about a book of all the lies people have told you

Oh how the tables have tabled

Tables have tabled

(via stuffwhetheryoulikeitornot)

If you support gay marriage reblog this. If you’re on the homophobic side, keep scrolling.

askthefemaleeren:

like-an-icy-blast:

reachfortheflowers:

anigrrrl2:

askthefemaleeren:

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As a bisexual, it sickens me that some people WILL keep scrolling.

As the straight daughter of a gay man, it sickens me that some people will keep scrolling. 

As a straight girl with a basic understanding of equality and love, it also sickens me that people will keep scrolling.

As a straight Christian woman, I pray that people will not scroll past this. Love, not judge.

I’m re-reblogging for that last one.

(Source: paulescalante, via wish-upon-a-dragon)